It doesn't escape his consideration that he might be fighting for the wrong side, but morals have never played that strongly into the things he's been made to do anyway. He never asked questions about the people he was sent after, and it doesn't seem worth asking now. When the first of their aggressors throws a punch at his face, Wrench knows where he stands. And while the odds don't seem to favor them, he's glad that his newfound companion is willing at least to try to hold his own.
At the end of it all he's bleeding from his lip, but he can't complain. Wrench dabs at the pool of red with the back of his hand and looks at the man who remains as if he owes him an explanation. Whatever he says, though, is greeted with a shaken head. Wrench points to his ear and shakes his head again, but the handshake is something he doesn't deny.
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It doesn't escape his consideration that he might be fighting for the wrong side, but morals have never played that strongly into the things he's been made to do anyway. He never asked questions about the people he was sent after, and it doesn't seem worth asking now. When the first of their aggressors throws a punch at his face, Wrench knows where he stands. And while the odds don't seem to favor them, he's glad that his newfound companion is willing at least to try to hold his own.
At the end of it all he's bleeding from his lip, but he can't complain. Wrench dabs at the pool of red with the back of his hand and looks at the man who remains as if he owes him an explanation. Whatever he says, though, is greeted with a shaken head. Wrench points to his ear and shakes his head again, but the handshake is something he doesn't deny.